President's day Weekend

We had the last long weekend until Memorial Day last week! Four whole days off, and we packed a lot of stuff into those hours! We've been having more of a spring than winter this February, so Cooper and Amelia did a lot of this:

We also went shopping in Idaho Falls. Amelia found mustache sheets she simply couldn't pass by, so now she sleeps among facial hair:

Valentine's day was spent at home, recovering from the sugar high of the previous day's parties and valentine giving. How did we combat this sugar high? Give them more, of course! Don't worry, we off-set it with milk. That totally cuts the sugar content, right?

Their glasses light up, too. It's like drinking from a strobe light!

Finally, with our tiny tax return we went on a rare "eating out" night. Amelia and Cooper loved it, and were very polite to our waitress. Cooper even managed to get her to slice the apple for him before she brought it, and Amelia got extra whipped cream on her pie. The one she didn't share. Even a bite.
  

Now, back to the grindstone. We don't have another day off until spring break sometime in April. Not to worry, we have more than enough to keep us busy until then! (Like birthdays, a few holidays, and a couple parties!)

Shopping trip

In case you didn't know, shopping means different things for a boy and a girl.

A girl will look at every single rack of clothing available, even if it's not in her size. She will call, text, and send pictures of cute clothes to everyone she knows before she'll finally try something on herself. Usually, after many different outfits, she chooses one and plans every outing she'll wear it to for the next two months, complete with accessories and hairdos. Finally, she'll bask in the happiness of her new acquisition. A pictural explanation might look like this:

Then, there's the boys view of shopping. Grumbling with every shirt his mother holds up to him, and not committing to anything that doesn't have a crude saying on it, or a toy attached. When he finally goes to the dressing room to try it on, this is what it looks like:

He gets distracted by the full-length mirror and spends ten minutes flexing in front of it until his mother finally checks to see what's taking him so long. With exasperation, his mother grabs the shirts, decides she'll MAKE them work whether they fit or not and leaves the store.

Until next month.